Redmption 204


    “I didn’t,” he quickly said.


    I smiled. “Why would youe knocking if you didn’t?”


    Brandon moved the chopped vegetables to a te. “The olddy downstairs told me. She said my


    girlfriend was home.”


    I was speechless. I sipped my tea and simply admired him as he worked. Just then, Brandon turned


    to look at me. “What are you so suspicious of?” he asked.


    I gave a faint smile. “I think… that you’ve been following me.”


    “What?” His forehead creased.


    “I was joking. I know you don’t have that much time on your hands.” With that, I returned to the


    living room, sipping my tea.


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    After a few more sips, I scrolled on my phone. Soon after, I felt my eyelids drooping, and I gradually


    fell asleep.


    I dreamed that the bald man had captured me because Arthur hadmanded him to kill me. The


    bald man began thrusting a knife into me, and I shook my head violently.


    “Mae!”


    “Mae, wake up!”


    I was woken up. My eyes shot open, and I saw Brandon staring at me anxiously as his hands


    steadied my head.


    “Did you have a nightmare?” he asked in a low voice-


    I was still in shock from the dream. My breaths were shallow. At the thought of the bald man, I


    grabbed Brandon’s hands and said, “The bald man who attacked you the other day is working for


    Arthur, I saw him


    Brandon frowned even deeper. “How did you know?”


    “I… I saw him.” I tightened my grip on his hands, then slowly released it.


    “These are my personal affairs, Mae. Don’t get yourself involved, okay?” he said sternly.


    I wanted to tell him that I wasn’t involving myself in his affairs. I had merely bumped into the bald


    man in my pursuit of the truth behind my father’s death.


    But before I could speak, Brandon continued, “Arthur is a really dangerous person. You mustn’t do


    anything to him. Got it?”


    Brandon’s expression left me no choice but to nod solemnly. The words I wanted to say were stuck


    in my throat.


    He grazed my forehead with his calloused fingers, wiping off the sweat that had broken out during


    my nightmare. “Go take a sip of water. The food is ready.”


    He got up to leave, but I pulled him back. “You have to be careful, Brandon.”


    Of course I knew that Arthur was dangerous.


    He was a huge client in thepany. People gossiped about him, specting how he had


    managed to build his empire within a few years.


    Brandon stared at my hand, his gaze softening. “Okay.


    My lips moved slightly. He bent over, adjusting my position on the couch. Then, he patted my head.


    His movements were soft and gentle, quelling all the fear that I had felt in my dream.


    He went into the kitchen and brought out two tes of food. I sipped the water on the table and


    stood up.


    In an instant, I felt light–headed.


    After yesterday’s sickness, today’s investigative work, and this dream, I felt like something in me


    had been hollowed out.


    Brandon looked back, sensing my unease. “Are you dizzy?”


    I wanted to deny it, but he had alreadye over to prop me up and lead me to the washroom.


    After sending me in, he walked out and said, “I’m right here. Call out to me if you need help.


    He probably thought that I needed to relieve myself, but I didn’t. I stared at myself in front of the


    sink, realizing that my face had turned ashen. I looked terrible. My hair was all tousled, too.


    I was a mess. I looked nothing like how beautiful I usually was.


    Brandon had seen me in this state. He would probably turn his nose up at me.


    At that thought, I immediately tidied up my hair and massaged my face.